°An Unusual Day°

[x Wuz Up x]

Darkness begins to come and chase back the light 'til the sun returns from its resting place. The shadowy form of a creature can barly be seen as it travels toward where the sun rises in the morning. The creature has fur of jet-black and eyes of deep blue. White spots coat its cheetah-like body and white tipped ears are perked for any sounds. A scar shaped as a cresent moon is visable over her eye and silver razor sharp claws extend from her paws. This creature goes by the name of Zing.Though the night is cool, the creature's jaws hang open as she pants. Blood stains her face from her last kill and her last meal. She stops to rest on a rock and she licks blood from her silver claws with her rough pink tougue. She suddenly stops and freezes, the sond of movemant is hear not to far off. She narrows her eyes as she watches the grass move as something runs toward her. Fur
istled and a snarl passing her ebon lips, she watches as another creature leaps from the bushes. The new creature looks like her, except for the fact he is white with black spots and deep golden eyes. Gold claws are hidden in his paws as he sits down next to her.'Hallo Zing. Sieht lange Zeit, nein, huh? Was haben Sie alle diese viele einsamen Monde gemacht?''Buzz off Zang!'she snarlsZang looks hurt as the young creature stalks off to play in the grass again. Zing streches her lanky body before going back to grooming her paws. Suddenly, as she watches her
other, he falls in the grass, unusually still. She leaps off the rock and runs to him. She nudges him, but he doesn't move, a strange thing is in his side (a tranquilizer). Worried, she tries to like him awake to no avail. Suddenly, pain surges through her flank and she sees she too has been shot. Drowsyness overcomes her as she runs away. Blackness creeps into her eyes and she falls to the ground near a waterhole. Her last hope was for her
other's safety... When I grow upI want to be just like<b>ME!</b>I love my attitude problem.<i>Edited by: x Wuz Up x at: 2/27/02 12:31:52 am</i>

[Droemar]

Blackness swims before you as something shoves you hard in the shoulder. "Wake up, you."There is a stench you know all too well that comes to you through your haze. Hyenas."Is it dead, Ensis?""Yes, let's eat it already. The cubs are hungry.""Shut up, all of you! It's coming around, so just be quiet. I've not the stomach for another fight today." <i></i>

[x Wuz Up x]

As the creature swims in a sea of blackness, things start to come in and out of focus. As a gental
eeze plays about on her face, she catches the scent of hyenas. Taking note they think she might be dead and the plan to feast upon her, she starts to stir and get up. Her ebon head rises from the ground and she is soon in a sitting position. Finally the dog like creatures come into view and she growls slightly.<b>'Who are you!'</b> she snarls at them. When I grow upI want to be just like<b>ME!</b>I love my attitude problem.<i></i>

[Droemar]

The leader is a gigantic,
awny fellow, with whorls of silver grey in his mane. The left side of his face is very disfigured, with one sightless white orb for an eye and a proud ridge of bare flesh that twists his snout into a permanant snarl. He thrusts his face directly into yours, the rest of the pack forming a semi-circle behind him. "Why don't you act a little bit more civil to the ones who just saved your hide? I'm Ensis, and this is the Crushjaw pack. I don't take kindly to persecution, or the tyranny of man, but rudeness, arrogance, and stereotyping get my hackles up just as nicely. Or should I say badly?" <i></i>